Fu Yanye supported the corner of the table and looked straight at her with black eyes.
Zhuo Jian looked at him for a moment, but he quickly walked forward.
The moonlight outside happened to fall softly on them.
She looks like a novice and kisses very young.
Just lightly.
Fu Yanye's big palm quickly landed on the back of her head, lowered her head and kissed her again.
A minute later, he left reluctantly, and his black eyes were still looking at her so straight, reminding: "This is the kiss."
Zhuo Jian looked at him, his heart beating like thunder.
I have lost my memory, but I still know what to kiss?
"Then can I take pictures now?"
Zhuo Jian held the phone, reminding him carefully.
“…”
Fu Yanye smiled helplessly.
Looking at her until the end, she just gave in.
After all, as instructed.
The headlights in the office are turned on.
A man in a suit holds the guarantee letter on his chest.
Zhuo Jian sat in the chair with his stomach straight, found the right position and took photos.
"So did you blame yourself for losing my ring?"
When she went out, Fu Yanye saw that she was so happy when she looked down at her phone with her head down, so she asked her:
"Yes, I have."
Save the photos in various locations, and then put away your phone.
Fu Yanye looked at her guard against thieves and asked her: "You are not guarding me, are you?"
"Just guard against you. I'm so hungry. Let's go home quickly."
After Zhuo Jian finished speaking, he walked proudly in front of him.
Yuan Man and Chang Xia did not follow after Fu Yanye left.
In fact, she was really guilty, blamed herself, and even a little annoyed.
I knew it would have left it at home.
Why should I wear it all the time?
He valued that ring so much.
On the way back, when passing by a jewelry store, Zhuo Jian immediately called him: "Stop, let's go there."
Fu Yanye glanced at the sign and drove the car over.
"Let's go, I'll buy you another one."
Zhuo Jian said.
Fu Yanye didn't say anything, and pushed open the car door and followed her into the store.
The rings in international brands all seem to be particularly exquisite.
Zhuo Jian walked around and then chose the simplest pair, "Please take a look at this pair."
Fu Yanye stood beside her and saw her pick up the man's, saying to him: "Give me your hand."
Fu Yanye's hand was originally placed behind her back, but after listening to it, she gave her one hand.
Zhuo Jian held his hand, feeling sad and hard to tell.
She has loved his hands since she was a child, but now her hands are in her palm, but she can't feel sweet.
Fu Yanye's deep black eyes also looked at her, the ring in her hand, and the desolation on her face.
Although she might think she was covering up very well.
But he could see her, and it was not good to see her.
Zhuo Jian slowly pushed the ring into his fingers.
It's a little cold.
Fu Yanye's eyebrows frowned unconsciously.
Zhuo Jian thinks the ring is OK, but...
Anyway, it doesn't feel right.
Zhuo Jian looked up at him, and when he saw that he didn't seem to like him much, he asked him, "Or?"
"Um."
Fu Yanye's voice was not straightforward.
But there was no direct rejection.
Zhuo Jian said and looked at the female model again, staring at it sideways for a full minute.
She pondered, and then took up the female ring with a natural movement.
Put it on your fingertips and it’s cool.
She felt the ring on her hand seemed to be protesting.
But, who made her lose his ring.
Zhuo Jian stretched out his hand wearing a ring and was about to put it on almost immediately.
Very straightforward movement.
But when she saw their original wedding ring on her finger, she suddenly stopped.
They had been arguing over a ring for so long, did they really change it like this?
Maybe it's hard to change habits.
Otherwise, what reason would she have to reluctantly take this one in her hand?
Zhuo Jian straightened his waist and looked down at the ring on his hand, and his face became more and more serious.
Fu Yanye also looked at her, "What's wrong?"
"fine."
Zhuo Jian responded with ease and quickly put the new ring on his other hand.
Fu Yanye looked at the new ring on her hand, looked at her again, and smiled helplessly when she saw her with a satisfied look.
They are all people who are obsessed with the first glance.
But they are all used to disguising themselves.
"The rings for both of you are very suitable."
Staff spoke in time.
"Then check out and pay my husband."
Zhuo Jian said, then turned around and looked at the new ring towards the light above his head.
I always feel that this is not something I own.
But the expression on his face seemed to have a toy that he liked very much.
"Okay, please come with me."
The staff nodded and soon took Fu Yanye to pay.
But when they came out of the store, neither of them was happy.
Zhuo Jian opened his hands wearing the new ring and looked at the shiny new ring.
It is obviously an international brand, a famous designer's work, and is clearly brand new, but I just don't feel happy.
I also feel that the heavy things on my fingers are particularly uncomfortable.
Fu Yanye was in his pocket with both hands, staring at her in a daze, and asked her: "Do you don't like it?"
"Maybe it's not used to it, it'll be better after a long time, let's go."
Zhuo Jian said, and walked towards the car.
Fu Yanye stood there and watched her walk out before following.
Why do you need to get used to things that don’t need to get used to?
He was disappointed, he was uncomfortable.
The ring was his. He kept resentment from the time he opened his eyes and found that there was a ring on his hand.
But this doesn't mean he needs a new ring.
So how can I explain it to her?
I don't want her to give in vain.
On the way back, Zhuo Jian supported his chin with his hands and kept looking out the window.
Autumn in City A is absolutely cold, or it is time to wear a coat tomorrow.
When he got home, Zhuo Jian went in first. Fu Yanye closed the door. After entering, he saw Zhuo Jian sitting tiredly on the sofa, walking over and sitting next to her: "It seems very tired."
Zhuo Jian looked up at him, supported his forehead with his hands, and looked at him very bluntly.
She suddenly felt a little unsure and was very empty.
He was right in front of her.
"who I am?"
There was no beginning or end, and suddenly asked this softly.
Fu Yanye narrowed his black eyes and smiled shortly afterwards: "You are Fu Yanye's wife."
"Fu Yanye's wife."
She chewed these words carefully, put down her hand holding her chin, and leaned lazily backwards.
"Tired?"
Fu Yanye approached her.
Zhuo Jian raised his head and saw him coming to his eyes, without moving, "Yes."
"Can I help you rub it?"
He said, his hands lifting up, in her temple.
Zhuo Jian felt that the temples suddenly became warmer.
The coolness on his body gradually dissipated, and the warm temperature made her lean on half of his body warm. When her vision was blurred, she slowly leaned into his arms, and her hands naturally hugged him strong.
narrow waist.
It seems that today, I was not losing a ring.
But a heart.
Zhuo Jian's face was pressed against his chest, and his hands were hugging him tighter and tighter.
Before the tears fell, she sent her face to his arms to cover it.
When she smelled the familiar smell, she was so sad that she almost sobbed.
But everything is held back at the right time.
Fu Yanye stopped the movements in his hand and looked down at her.
His hand gently stroked her hair and whispered: "It's okay, it's just a ring."